Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahamas and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing X-102 to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
Mantronix,
Metal Thangz,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Vogues,
The Slackers,
Man Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
La Düsseldorf,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
Deepchord,
Nico,
Curtis Mayfield,
Massinfluence,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
The Walker Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef,
Cecil Taylor,
Pylon,
The Associates,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Zero Boys,
Derrick May,
Monks,
The New Christs,
Oneida,
K-Klass,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.